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    Twilight & the perpetual treehouseyness

    The sky was the ceiling. & the sun was a disco ball on a string.

    The string was cut by the almighty pair of scissors of God, efficiently turning day into night.

    Twilight, who was suffering from severe jet lag, was heading down stairs to get herself some breakfast, or dinner or whatever.

    As soon as Twilight finished discunbobulatedly shuffling down the stairs, she let out a long sigh.

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Twilight & the perpetual treehouseyness · 12:31am Mar 24th, 2018

The sky was the ceiling. & the sun was a disco ball on a string.

The string was cut by the almighty pair of scissors of God, efficiently turning day into night.

Twilight, who was suffering from severe jet lag, was heading down stairs to get herself some breakfast, or dinner or whatever.

As soon as Twilight finished discunbobulatedly shuffling down the stairs, she let out a long sigh.

"Gee", Twilight said to no one in particular. "That trip to Saddle Arabia sure was insightful, but that rapid switching between time zones certainly doesn't do my sleeping schedule any favors".

Twilight tended to think out loud when she was by herself.

She took a glance out the window, to notice that the sun had gone down & the moon had come up...& long ago somebody left with the cup...

"Celestia dammit", Twilight muttered to herself. She couldn't get that one song outta her head.

"I wasn't hungry anyway", She said to herself, walking over to her futon, first sitting down then gradually shifting herself to a laying down position.

Twilight wasn't going to fall asleep, she was just gonna lay there & rest a bit, then get up & make some food,or something.


She fell asleep almost instantly.

She awoken hours later to the smell of pancakes & crepes.

Twilight jolted upright at the smell to be greeted by a sticky note stuck to her forehead.

She pulled it off her face & read it.

It read:

Dear Twilight

I have gone out for a midnight stroll & am not available to service you at this time. Anyway, I prepared you a healthy meal if you were to get hungry.

Love, Spike

"Quaint", Twilight murmured.

She decided not to over think it & focus on the more important thing at hand, the 4-course meal set before her all laid out on a dinky little coffee table.

Every breakfast food imaginable was set out in front of her.

There were pancakes, crepes, waffles, french toast, regular toast, cereal, milk, coffee, tea, apple juice, orange juice, grape juice, tomato juice, cranberry juice, fried potatoes, fried tomatoes, fried apples, grits, cottage cheese, regular cheese, & applesauce.

Had her coffee table gotten bigger?

"This is wonderful", Twilight said taken by the amazing sight before her.

There was something bothering her though, why are there crepes & pancakes? There basically the same thing. Literately whats the point?

Twilight just ignored it & levitated a plate full of pancakes & bottle of syrup over to herself.

She looked at the syrup bottle, the brand name read:

Ain't Joe mime-a

Underneath that sat an illustration of a mime with a red circle with a red diagonal line going through it.

The catchphrase read:

Better mime you'r own business.

"What an odd selling point", Twilight thought.

She then noticed the big red lettering underneath that, stating:

Contains extra high-fructose corn syrup.

That caught Twilight off guard.

All the syrup bottles she's ever seen always said that it ether contained no high-fructose corn syrup, or didn't bring it up at all. But never had she ever seen a bottle of pancake syrup proclaim, not only that it contained the stuff, but extra at that.

She shrugged it off & quickly opened the bottle & pored the contents onto the plate in front off her.

The pancakes faded in & out of existence, making a low whirring sound in the process.

Twilight stared in disbelief as the entire bottle of syrup emptied out onto the plate, going strait through the pancakes.

She let out a long exasperated sigh of disappointment. "Holographic pancakes again"? Twilight muttered to herself.

She quickly got up & walked over to Spike's bed, which was currently encompassing a rather large metal spike, instead of Spike.

"What was going around here"? Twilight wondered aloud.

Was she dreaming?

Twilight then glanced out the window, which had

you are dreaming

written backwards on it in soap.

"What's this"? Twilight inquired, inching closer to the window seal.

"Gnimaerd era uoy"? Twilight said puzzlingly. "Well that doesn't even make any sense", She said as she hovered the Windex & paper towels over towards the window.

She then preceded to cleanse the window of the soapy residue.

Twilight stood back admiring her work.

After a good deal of admiration, she decided that it was time for a drink.

Luckily for her, there happened to be one already waiting for her by the kitchen bar.

It was gradient pink to blue & in a martini (or cocktail) glass.

"Oh goody"! Twilight announced with great vigor.

Anything that was gradient pink to blue & in a martini glass was her favorite kind of drink.

Twilight took a seat by the bar & levitated the glass up to her lips.

She then downed it in one gulp. That's the one moment of Twilight's life that she regretted the most.

She immediately feel over out of her stool onto the hardwood floor.

The reason being is because the said drink contained several little metal spikes that she had just swallowed with quick succession.

The punch had been spiked!

Twilight held her neck with both hooves, writhing on the floor.

She turned over & gave several hard coughs as multiple spikes flew out of her maw onto the floor.

Once Twilight was done regurgitating, she looked down exhausted.

There were eighteen little mucus covered spikes rolling around on the floor.

"Oh sweet Tartarus", Twilight exclaimed, "I sure am a lucky filly".

She went over to rest on her favorite futon in front of her favorite coffee table, badly needing a rest after the near death experience she just had.

Twilight was about to idly place her rump on the soft cushions of the futon, when all of a sudden, the thing just broke in half.

She fell to the floor with a thud.

Twilight looked around, observing the mess, "Great"! She spat out, "Just my luck".

She got up on one side of the split piece of furniture & curled up into a ball.

Twilight then levitated her favorite record to be placed in the record player on the coffee table.

She heard the lyrics as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

We all live in a purple submerine

A purple submerine

A purple submerine

Something was bothering her about the record, & she just couldn't quite figure out.

"Oh I know", She thought, "The technology made for submarines does not exist yet".

Wait a minute.

How did she know that?!?!

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